Vaid Empire: Conquest
is a massive fantasy series that aims to mix
erotica
with the quality of a published novel. New chapters and artwork are released every month absolutely free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters.
The world of Ayphieal is shattered and chaotic, with kingdoms and tribes of six distinctive races vying for territory amongst themselves. It is only when a young human warrior finally pushes back against the chaos that the world begins to shift towards order.
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11th of Iahta, 9 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
The month that followed the heir's birth contained no less than nightly celebrations across The Empire, yet it was only on a solemn night that Dominax and Lalian found themselves alone atop the unfinished Pyramid.
Every slave and worker had been dismissed for the night, leaving only a warm breeze to caress the unfinished level as the pair climbed their way to the top. There would be further levels still before The Lanthian's grand masterpiece would finally be completed, yet more than three quarters of the total progress had been truly finished.
They made their way to one of the workbenches exposed to the night sky, allowing Lalian to finally, albeit
carefully
, unload the long item wrapped in the very same shroud that had hardly concealed Irith.
"My lord, I've followed your instructions with the utmost precision, yet I must confess I am still not entirely sure what you're planning to accomplish tonight." Lalian said cautiously as his fingers began to nervously fidget with his cloak.
Dominax ran his hand lovingly over the cloth as it sat upon the table before pulling away the shroud. "Nothing more than ensuring our future, my green friend."
Lalian felt a jolt of surprise at his oddly kind tone, yet he remained silent as the sword was uncovered.
Elegantly forged, the weapon appeared to be fit for The God Emperor himself, just as intended. Its blade was long and thick, meeting a hilt that possessed a gap nestled inside its crossguard. Yet though its innards remained unviewable, they had taken the vast majority of time to perfect. Along the inside of the entirety of both the blade and hilt lay tiny intricate tunnels, no larger than the stems of the smallest of plants.
The God Emperor caressed the blade for the first time, savoring the moment that would echo across time. If his intentions were successful, untold generations of House Vaid would decimate their enemies with the very sword beneath his touch.
"You've done well my friend, though the metal must be transformed." Dominax said, placing his hands over the sword.
"As you wish..." he replied with curious fascination, never fully accustomed to the strange powers of his ruler.
Just as was always required to create chimira steel, one of Dominax's palms ignited into flame while the other burst with electricity. Slowly he moved over the ordinary metal surface, applying an absurdly precise amount of power from each hand. An increase or decrease in either hand would cause the transformation to fail, yet he was more than familiar with Dorian's teachings.
Slowly, after several grueling moments the metal of the blade began to darken, steadily transforming until it appeared as dark as the consuming black of the night sky. Only the nearby torches flickered across its surface, touching every careful detail of the weapon.
To stop now would of course render the steel FAR stronger than typical metal, yet just as always, Dominax pushed himself for an instant longer. The darkness of the blade immediately melted away, revealing a surface as pristinely white as his armor.
Dominax ceased his efforts, peering down at the sword in satisfaction.
"A beautiful blade, my lord, for an Era of unprecedented conflict." Lalian said with a genuine smile.
"We are only beginning." Dominax replied as he pulled a small satchel from his belt. He took a breath before reaching inside, pulling free the Vaid Orb.
The Lanthian could hardly comprehend the strange ball held before him, his analytical mind reeling at the sight. Its otherworldly colors seemed to shine inside its impossibly deep depths, as if it were the void itself in physical form. "Is that..."
"Indeed. You are the first being outside my family to lay eyes upon it."
"I...I'm honored..." the green man said as he moved his face closer. All citizens knew of the orb's existence, of course, yet it had remained sealed away inside The Chamber of Deliverance. Until now.
"Quiet now, this step shall require my utmost concentration." Dominax commanded as he gently laid the orb inside the crossguard gap. He closed his eyes, focusing his mind upon the sphere.
The world around him mattered little, seeming to melt away as he ventured deeper and deeper into the strange entity of the orb. He could sense it, its artificial mind so utterly bizarre that his own mind threatened to pull away. He would not, however, forcing himself to dive...and dive...and...
"Uuuu iiii oouu"
"
Obey..."
"Iioo" it responded, its mind surrounding his.
To Lalian the sight appeared as ordinary as ever, his master silently standing still. There was no hint of the internal struggle waging between God and Entity, and soon he began to wonder if he should grant the man a moment alone.
However, before he could take a single step backwards, Lalian gasped as the otherworldly substance of the orb began to shift. Tiny tendrils began to poke from the surface of the sphere, slipping into the many entrances of the sword to fill its internal passageways.
"Iiii oooo" the voice boomed through Dominax's mind, both deafening and soundless.
Dominax grunted through strained teeth before a sudden flash of images ripped through him. The figure of a man slipping into death while clutching the sword, far older than any who had come before. Another man not quite as old stood beside him, sagely in appearance with eyes brimming with wisdom.
"
What is the meaning of this..."
The entity ignored the question as further images flowed. The sight of a man handing the sword to a servant, before leaping from a tower to his death. The image of screaming faces as glowing tentacles wrapped around the blade, creating a flash of blinding light.
"
Go back...I do not understand..."
Angry faces from another land, swarming from across the sea. Armies clashing in unprecedented bloodshed, their two opposing leaders of the same blood each grasping for the sword.
"
You must...slow yourself...allow me to peer
deeper..."
There was chaos, peace, catastrophe, destruction, and finally...peace once more. He felt as though all he had seen was somehow...forbidden, as if hidden from The Creator himself. A sickening sensation seeped into the deepest depths of his mind.
"Iiii xuxi iioo"
"
This...isn't for me? These images...these
warnings
...
"
"Oooo uuoo"
"
Then WHO..."
Without warning, Dominax was thrust back to reality, his mind reeling as he gripped the workbench for support. He groaned as a searing pain tore through his mind, disappearing a split second later.
"My lord, are you alright?" Lalian whispered with concern as he hurried to his master's side.
Dominax rubbed his forehead as he centered himself in the present, adjusting to his surroundings. "I'm fine, Lanthian, I..." he began, feeling Lalian's hands steady him as he straightened up. "I believe I may have witnessed what was never meant to be seen..."
"Curious." He replied in thought, before turning his attention to the sword. "Though it does appear as though we were successful in doing...whatever it was we came here to do."
Dominax glanced down, sensing the utter power that radiated from the blade. The orb remained firmly fixed inside the crossguard, its tendrils weaving their way through the weapon's interior before solidifying. "Indeed." He replied, unable to keep a harsh smile from forming upon his lips. "Indeed we have, my friend."
Slowly, The God Emperor's fingers wrapped around the hilt. He began to lift the sword for the first time, hoisting it high into the air as fire engulfed its blade.
Lalian watched with silent awe as the inferno raged from the sword, before electricity slowly replaced the fire before bursting into the night sky.
Dominax lowered it with satisfaction, feeling the boiling power inside. "The very symbol of Vaid power has been born this night, my friend, and I shall not rest until it overtakes the entirety of Magnius."
Yet as he slid the sword into its new sheath at his belt, he couldn't help but wonder as to the purpose of his visions.
34th of Iahta, 9 AVE.
Kingdom of Vaidrin, Domani.
A grunt escaped Hesin's gagged lips as he lay on his back, his limbs chained to each corner of the bed as his mind raced. The unimaginable number of stone blocks that formed The Grand Pyramid couldn't shield him from his thoughts, nor the moaning of Tildra as she bounced up and down upon his bare skin.
The invasion of Kinia could not be closer, and each of Tildra's movements seemed to disappear behind the magnitude of what would soon be expected of him.
"Ah...master, it went soft again." Tildra's voice broke through his thoughts, forcing him back to reality. "We can enjoy ourselves at a later time."
"N...no, keep going. I'm capable of continuing." Hesin said as she pulled the gag from his mouth. "Just hold a moment, it's the fucking..."
